You are the light in my veins, the sunshine under my feet.
You are the sound of the ocean buried in the conch,
the sound of the hidden coins in my mother's couch.
You are the Atlas of my world, the invisible hand, the center of it all.
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those are lovely words
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Just beautiful!
Your writing is wonderful!
I have a question; do you write and then find pictures, or do the pictures give you inspiration for your writing?
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